I’ve kicked around the idea of writing a brother/sister twincest story for quite some time. Who could possibly know you better than your twin? With the help of sunlight, moonshine, and a couple kinky friends, teasing becomes too much for them to resist. I hope you enjoy this story and that you’re kind with your votes. This is my Summer Loving Contest submission.
Twins hate being out of synch, like when one of us is upset and the other isn’t, and that was the mood as I drove to Uncle Joe’s shack. I was in a funk about losing an argument that should have never included me. Now, I was stuck spending an overnight in woods without internet because Robin wanted to play house with her friends.
Robin, my twin sister, had cooked up the idea of spending the first weekend of summer camping in Uncle Joe’s shack with two of her girlfriends. Mom had vetoed three college girls spending a weekend in the woods. Mom’s objection remained when Robin offered, “What if we go up early Friday and come back late Saturday?” When that didn’t work, Robin drew me into the mix, suggesting I could come, too.
Robin further justified my participation with, “Robbie can make sure it’s just me and my girlfriends, right Robbie?” Before I knew it, I had lost an argument that had never included me.
Twins spent their lifetimes being forced to do things together. If one of us wants to see a movie, we both go. Being forced to spend the weekend with Robin and her girlfriends felt as bad as being dragged into the theater for a triple play of “Mean Girls,” “She’s the Man,” and “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.”
“You know, Mallory has always had a thing for you,” Robin told me as we bounced down the dirt path towards the hunting shack. I checked the rearview mirror to make sure Mallory and Amber were keeping up. “Amber, too. She used to talk about you all the time.”
“Enough to blow me?” I grumbled.
“Maybe,” Robin laughed. Her repeated attempts at lightening my mood were slowly working. I couldn’t help it. Like I said, twins hated being out of synch. “What did Uncle Joe give you?”
“A shotgun for bears and two jars of moonshine.”
“There aren’t really bears in those woods, are they?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. That was the tale we were as told as kids visiting the shack by the lake. We had to be inside by dark or else the bears would get us. Those were the best summer weekends. Dad and his brother Joe would sit on the porch sipping from moonshine from Mason jars while we ran wild through the woods and swam off the pier. Those were summer days that felt as if they would last forever.
We opened up the shack, letting it air out while while the girls started sweeping and clean up the sparse space as if making it ready for an open house. I did as little as possible, choosing to sit on the porch while they worked. At one point, Robin caught me watching Mallory’s backside as the short, skinny blonde made a trip to her car for more snacks. “Pervert,” Robin mumbled low enough so only I could hear.
“It’s only perverted when I watch your ass,” I said, not caring that Robin had caught me lecherously eyeing her girlfriend. Screw her, you know? Mallory had an ass worthy of a second look. Besides, we weren’t kids anymore. All of us were twenty years old, including Robin’s girlfriends. That meant I could stare all I wanted. “I know just what we need,” I said, finally motivated to move. I dumped two gallons of sweet tea into a big watering thermos I had, half a bag of ice and one of the jars of moonshine.
“Not too much,” Robin cautioned. “You remember what Dad used to always tell us.”
“What is that?” Amber, Robin’s big busted girlfriend asked.
“Moonshine,” I explained. “And rumor has it that if you drink too much of it, you’ll go blind.”
“I want some!” Amber squealed and for the first time, I held out some hope for what could happen. I pressed the button spout on the bottom, filled four red Solo cups and we toasted each other.
“I don’t taste anything,” Mallory complained.
Robin started Uncle Joe’s warning about his ‘shine, “It’s strong enough to turn straight hair curly. . .”
“And your curly hair straight!” I finished. “At least that’s what Uncle Joe always told us.”
“I don’t have any curly hair,” the pretty little blonde said, shooting me a grin that made me smile, too.
I don’t know how it works for identical twins, since Robin and I are fraternal. When we were kids, we were forced to have the same friends. But somewhere around the ages of twelve to fourteen, Robin had her friends and I had mine. Mallory and Amber used to visit our house for sleepovers and I could remember going to sleep in the next room and hearing their naughty giggles as they shared girl secrets. I had spent a lot of nights wondering what had made them giggle like that.
The shack stood nestled in a clearing facing a spring fed lake. The treetop canopy gave enough shade to keep the shack at least ten degrees cooler than outside. beşiktaş escort We were still sipping spiked ice tea when the girls locked me out of the shack so they could change into swimsuits. Like a dummy, I had forgotten to bring a swimsuit, so I improvised. I stripped out of my shorts and wore my boxer briefs. While I waited on the porch, I heard the same kind of giggles I used to hear during sleepovers and wrestled with my imagination. Eventually, the three girls walked out wearing the tiniest bikinis I could imagine. I stared as they walked past me, admiring the parade. I grabbed the jug of ice tea and walked behind them for the view.
Between the two of Robin’s friends, Mallory had always been my favorite. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because of her blonde hair, petite size or because I have a thing for small tits. I’ve always been of the mind that smaller titties are more sensitive and usually have nicer nipples. However, as I strolled behind the trio of girls, my eyes spent more time watching Amber’s ass than Mallory’s. Amber’s bikini bottoms showed off more flesh and it looked as if the raven haired Amber had a tan that never ended. I might be a sucker for blondes, but Amber’s shapely ass and deep, dark tan kept my attention.
“Enjoying the view?” Robin asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“You know, eye candy goes both ways,” Amber said, turning around and looking at me as she walked backwards. Her eyes worked up and down my body. I didn’t mind. Like my sister, I was blessed with broad shoulders and a naturally lean cut. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Except for my sister’s tits, Robin and I looked like twins. We’re the same height. We have the same greenish-brown eyes and brown hair. Hell, when we were kids, people assumed we were identical twins until they saw the bow in her hair.
“How far does that tan go?” I asked, not caring if I offended Robin’s friends.
“All the way, baby,” Amber purred and turned back around. She fiddled with the side of her bikini bottom, pulling it up a bit and as far as I could see, her tan never ended.
They laid out a couple blankets in a flat, grassy area near the pier. I propped up the jug of spiked iced tea on a nearby rock. The three girls laid out side-by-side and left enough room for me on the end to join them. I stretched out next to Mallory while a bottle of lotion was passed around. I resisted the easy flirt of asking Mallory if she needed help with the lotion.
Feeling conspicuous in my boxer briefs, I rolled on my front in case my imagination got the better of me. Mallory did the same thing, only she untied her bikini top after she rolled over. She gave me a sweet smile and closed her eyes while I laid there considering the possibilities of her forgetting about her top being untied. I was glad I was on my front.
We baked for the better part of an hour in the hot summer sun, rolling over on a regular basis to keep our tans even. I had to spend more time than I wanted on my stomach to hide the needful bulge inside my shorts. Twice, Mallory had leaned up to sip her iced tea and hadn’t bothered covering up her chest. I guess she thought her elbow would shield her tits from view, either that, or she didn’t care. I made sure to keep my head turned towards her for another show.
“Is it okay to swim?” Mallory asked.
“Yep,” I assured her. “No snakes or rocks, but it gets deep past the dock.”
“Mm, I like it deep,” Mallory said and the three girls giggled.
“We should skinny-dip,” Amber suggested.
“I’m not getting naked in front of my brother,” Robin said, saying what I was thinking.
“Aw, come on,” Mallory begged, draining dry her cup of spiked iced tea.
“Yeah, maybe we want to see your brother naked,” Amber said.
“I don’t,” Robin declared.
“Don’t I get a vote?” I asked, ready to take my sister’s side in a raw show of solidarity.
“No,” they said together.
Her friends gave up. Mallory re-tied her top and we took turns jumping off the end of the dock. As we splashed around in the water, Robin caught me staring at her girlfriends and saw how I was beginning to rethink my earlier stance on skinny-dipping. “Get naked and I’m going to look,” she warned.
“What are you talking about?” I asked feigning fake innocence. We were twins and I couldn’t hide it. More than anything, I was trying to figure out a way to get her friends naked.
Mallory was first to grant my wish and it had nothing to do with me. In fact, it had nothing to do with any of us. She had climbed back out of the water, made a running jump off the end of the pier and surfaced without her top. “Oh-my-God!” she squealed, laughing and giggling as her top floated away. Amber was quicker reaching the flimsy piece of fabric. Snatching it from the water, she threw it back on the dock.
“You bitch!” Mallory squealed, laughing and instead of swimming after her top, she attacked Amber. A moment later, I was floating in the water with beylikdüzü escort two topless girls and I hadn’t done a thing to make it happen. I shot Robin a glance.
“Don’t suggest it,” Robin warned me.
“Suggest what?” I asked.
“Get Robin!” Amber called. I swam out of the area and watched Robin fighting off her two topless girlfriends. She put up a good fight, too, until Amber squealed. “Hey! No fair! She just took off my bottoms!”
Laughing, Robin tossed me the small piece of cloth. I did what I believe any guy would have done, I tossed Amber’s bottoms to the dock, too.
“Two can play at that game,” Amber said, vanishing beneath the surface of the water. A moment later, she resurfaced with another bikini bottom. She tossed it to me and I threw it on the dock before realizing whose bottoms I had just thrown.
“Hey!” Robin complained. “I don’t want to be naked in front of my brother!”
“Too late,” Mallory said as she made another stab for Robin’s top. This time, she was successful and she eagerly swam away with it.
“Bring that back!” Robin cried, making a stab at her friend. Instead of catching her, she wound up pulling off Mallory’s bottoms.
“Give those back!” Mallory said, floating a few feet away from Robin.
“Give me back my top,” Robin negotiated.
“Go get it,” Mallory said, throwing Robin’s top to the dock, too.
Robin threw Mallory’s bottoms and, without doing a thing, I was in the water with three naked women. My mistake, however, was not paying attention to Robin’s friends. I didn’t notice Amber diving beneath the water again and I didn’t realize what that meant until she raked my boxer briefs off of me.
“Woohoo!” she cheered, tossing them to Mallory. Mallory tossed them to Robin and my sister tossed them to the dock.
“Really?” I complained.
“You threw mine first,” Robin said.
“I didn’t know they were yours,” I said, though I guess it didn’t matter.
I had no idea what would happen next, but my imagination was filled with suggestions. Swimming naked in the warm water felt good. Better yet, Robin’s friends weren’t shy about bouncing around and showing off their bodies. I saw how Amber had told the truth about her tan never stopping and I tried my best to not stare at her big tits as she splashed around.
Just as alluring was Mallory. She had the smallest tits of the group, but she also had the best tanlines, too. Twin white triangles outlined two small breasts dotted with bright, pink nipples.
Yes, I checked out Robin, too. “Looking good, sis,” I told her, laughing.
“Pervert,” she said, swimming backwards away from me. I watched her, staring at her tits, too. Why not? Tits are tits, aren’t they? When she was far enough away from me, she began kicking her feet on the surface of the water and splashed the hell out of me. Robin’s tit’s were at least a handful. Her breasts were bigger than Mallory’s, though not as big as Amber’s. She had a tanline, too, but her tan wasn’t as pronounced as Mallory’s. My guess was that she sometimes went tanning with Amber, because there’s no way someone could have as nice of a tan as Amber’s this early in the summer without spending time on a tanning bed.
“Your sister is hot,” Amber told me, swimming close to me.
“You’re hot,” I said, facing her and admiring her big tits as they floated on top of the water. Her well tanned nipples looked dipped in chocolate.
“She’s a really good kisser, too,” Amber whispered before swimming away.
“What did she just tell you?” Robin demanded, reading the shocked and surprised look on my face.
“Nothing,” I lied, knowing she wouldn’t believe me. Twins can never lie to each other.
“I told him you were a good kisser,” Amber admitted with a big grin.
“Liar!” Robin cried out, looking mortified.
“Well, you are,” Mallory said, giggling before she swam a circle around me. “Amber is, too,” she purred. I noticed Amber bobbing in the water near my sister, whispering in her ear. I had no idea what she said, but it made Robin smile.
“What?” I asked her, trying to read her face and failing. Something was up. They were playing a game with me. That much was written all over Robin’s face, but what was the game?
“Nothing,” Robin said, falling into a crawl and swimming a short distance away. I watched her tiny butt for a second before remembering that was my sister I was watching. After swimming out a little ways, she swam back towards us, too.
“What if your brother gets hard?” Amber asked her. “Are going to look?”
“I already told him, if he got naked, I was going to look,” Robin said.
“If you get hard, you have to show us,” Mallory said and I felt put on the spot. Whatever game we were playing, the rules were being made up as we went along and the deck was stacked against me.
“I don’t believe you guys have ever kissed,” I charged, guessing they were teasing me. I stared at Robin as I made my beyoğlu escort challenge because I knew I could read her.
“Sure we have,” Robin insisted before splashing closer to Amber. To my surprise, they kissed right in front of me. “We kiss all the time.”
Something still smelled fishy and it wasn’t the lake. Just because they kissed didn’t mean they had done more than that. I thought about the party girls I had seen in college, hot chicks who would flirt with each other in front of a crowd just to tease the boys. “If you’re so hot for each other, grab her tits,” I demanded.
“Show us you’re not hard, first,” Amber said, giving my sister another peck on the cheek. That was a lose-lose proposition. Either way, I was showing off for them.
“I’m not doing that in front of my sister,” I said.
“Why not? I saw you looking at her,” Mallory said, joining the duo floating a few feet away from me. “I think you like seeing your sister naked.”
“I do not,” I said, convinced I was telling the truth. Yes, I had looked at Robin. I mean, of course I had, you know? Like I said before, tits are tits, right?
“I bet he jerks off to you,” Mallory said. She giggled and I felt myself blushing. I wasn’t blushing because I jerked off to my sister. I swear, I have never done that. Not directly, anyway. I might have had a fantasy or two thinking about those naughty giggles I used to hear, but those fantasies weren’t directly about Robin.
“OH-MY-GOD!” Robin shrieked, misinterpreting my blush. “Really?!”
“Wow, your brother really IS a pervert,” Amber giggled.
“I’ve never jerked off to my sister!” I shouted, though it was too late. The damage had been done. I didn’t care whether Amber or Mallory knew I was telling the truth, but I didn’t want Robin to get it twisted. I stared at her with pleading eyes for her to see through the way things were being twisted.
“I bet he’s hard as fuck right now, too,” Mallory said, smiling as she floated towards me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, floating backwards from her.
“I’m going to check if you’re hard or not,” she said, continuing her advance and I had a problem.
“Maybe I’m hard because of you,” I suggested, which was partially true. Skinny dipping with three hot girls had had an impact on me. I couldn’t help it. The water felt good, even better without my boxer briefs. And, they were naked. All three of them, not just my sister. How should my body react?
“I bet he’s really hard,” Amber said, circling around. Warily, I tracked her, too. Amber was the one who had stripped off my boxers. Problem was, they were approaching me from opposite sides. My only choices were swimming farther into the lake or swimming towards Robin. Neither of those ideas were good ones.
I glanced over my shoulder to place Mallory and couldn’t see her, but a moment later, I felt her. She pulled herself up my legs, grabbing and squeezing my hard cock along the way until she burst from the water wearing a huge smile. “Oh yeah, he’s hard,” she reported, still fondling me. “Really hard.”
“Let me check,” Amber said as I tried squirming away from Mallory. I couldn’t, because the tiny girl was riding me. When I squirmed, I only carried her with me. When Amber reached me, she pulled me backwards and my hard cock crested the surface of the water like a shark fin.
“Stop it,” I cried out in panic, embarrassed and frustrated. I rolled over, diving underwater and dragging Mallory with me until she let go. I didn’t surface until I was sure I was away from them. When I turned back to look, I was greeted by three grinning faces. “Fine,” I sputtered. “So my dick is hard, big deal.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Robin quipped.
“Actually,” Mallory giggled. “It did feel sort of big.”
“I didn’t get a good feel,” Amber complained.
“Wait until he comes closer,” Mallory said and the two girls stayed position to intercept me if I tried to make it to the shore or the pier.
“I might be able to help,” Robin said, swimming over to the pier. She climbed out and began picking up bathing suits.
“What are you doing?” I asked, tredding water. I couldn’t stay this far out for much longer.
“Payback is a bitch,” Robin said and she carried everyone’s clothes up to shack.
“You better not have mine with you!” Mallory called, catching on to what she was doing. Robin glanced over her shoulder and broke out into a run. “That bitch!” Mallory laughed, swimming to the dock. She climbed out, too. Robin slowed when she neared the shack. She spied my shorts sitting on the back of my car and grabbed those, too, before she went inside.
“Bring back mine, too!” Amber called to her, drifting towards the dock.
“I’m not bring back shit,” Mallory said, scooping them up the blankets and towels before running towards the shack with her white ass hanging out.
I began paddling towards the dock. It didn’t matter any more. Amber pulled herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the dock. I looked up at her, wondering what she was doing. “Just waiting to enjoy the view,” she said with a smile.
I stared up at her tanned body and chocolate colored nipples and thought things over. I didn’t have a lot of choices. “Maybe I’ll just stay here until I calm down,” I said, standing in chest deep water.